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When Xi and Modi meet to meet their national interest
When both leaders shared each other a strategic smiles
I couldn’t stop thinking about the outcry of our arrested activists
I couldn’t stop thinking about the signatures the students are forced to sign.

When communist China continues to control Tibet,
When the CCP continues to be oppressive and aggressive against Tibetans,
I couldn’t stop standing in solidarity and unity with my countrymen
I couldn’t stop speaking out the truth about tragedies behind the bars

When the freedom fighters raise their fist high and low
When activists outcry their agony against the enemy
I held my head high to the height of my forefather’s spirit
I held my heart out to speak up for those who are silenced

When the Dhauladhar range covered and capped with snowflakes,
When the cold winter winds waved and washed by my side,
I can feel the freshness of a far distance homeland
I can feel the warmth of a home hiding behind those Himalayas

By: Sonsnow

If Tibet remained Independent

The grasses must have grown greener
Trees must haven’t turned into timbers
The mountains must have not been mined
Rivers must be running in its natural flow
Rivulet must have been cooler and cleaner
The monks and monasteries must have been in peace
Their prayers must have been a little louder
Their voice must have not been in hoarseness
The Potala palace must have held its height little higher
Bakor street must have its own essence
The song of the sixth Dalai Lama must be singing on the street
The son of snow land must not have been singing his song in silent
He must not have been running and roaming for freedom
He must be having his loved ones by his side

By: Sonsnow

“I am too tired of coming here time again and again to see those marvelous mountains and trying to figure out the beautiful things buried behind the boundaries of those high standing Himalayas. Now my eyes are aching and couldn’t see the scenes of the far sight. My legs are limping and couldn’t walk far too long. I am worried to walk and cross them to go back to the home, which is close to my heart.”

By Sonsnow

Home?
Ask me not 
It hurts me so often 
It’s not either a place or space 
Where I sleep
Not at all a street or school
Where I walk 
It’s there
Where my heart hovers and hovers 
Until its get hurt
It’s there 
Where I sleep so sound 
As if  I have no tomorrow 
It’s there 
Where I walk and talk 
As if I own every piece of land 
It’s there 
Only there in my dream
And I dream so often

By Sonsnow

“The economy dominates the world so much that everybody chooses to buy the cheap Chinese Chow Mein (Chinese cuisine) and when it comes to the human rights issues, they are shocked and chocked with Chinese chopsticks.”

By: Sonsnow

It was a strange year
But that year
There were a lot of strange Days
After every booms and blow
Baby cries here
And mother Crawls there
With aches all over their body

It was a strange year
But that year
There were a lot of strange Days
After every bombing and blasting
Temples demolished there
And houses destroyed here
With ashes all over the sky

It was a strange year
But that year
There were a lot of strange Days
After every bombs and bullet
Bodies bleeding there
And blood running here
With Smells all around the ground

It was a strange year
But that year
There were a lot of strange Days
After every greeting and Grinning
Dragon dances there
And Lion laughs here
With politics, all over the world

By: Sonsnow